The living carry us inside them like pearls. We survive only so long as they remember us. — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share Image
“For a long time that had seemed to her to be the key to life: Life--real life--was just a solitude waiting to… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share Image
“If I could, I would work my way backward, paring away the years. I would reel my life arouond the wheel of… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share Image
...When you die, the energy that kept you alive filters into the people you loved. Did you know that? It's like a… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share Image
“For a long time that had seemed to her to be the key to life: Life--real life--was just a solitude waiting to… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share Image
You have a pet theory, one you have been turning over for years, that life itself is a kind of Rube Goldberg… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share Image
There are times in your life when, despite the steel weight of your memories and the sadness that seems to lie at… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share Image
You could not presume that people were healthy. You could not presume that they would welcome the little nudges and jostlings of… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share Image
If your reading life and your friendships overlap, that's just a nice coincidence - a case where the conversation you're having with… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share Image
How often, you wonder, has the direction of your life been shaped by such misunderstandings? How many opportunities have you been denied--or,… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share Image
Sometimes you imagine that everything could have been different for you, that if only you had gone right one day when you… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share Image
Dreaming was easier than screaming, and screaming was easier than worrying, and worrying was easier than crying, which was what she knew… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share Image
Worry is a mean-faced dwarf who beats on your heart like a kettledrum. — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share Image
“If I could, I would work my way backward, paring away the years. I would reel my life arouond the wheel of this longing… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share Image
“The incident made her remember the story she had heard about the girl who was raised in a room with no horizontal lines. She… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I remember the way I used to be," she said as we sat across the table from each other, "and I'm surprised nobody… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share Image
A successful song comes to sing itself inside the listener. It is cellular and seismic, a wave coalescing in the mind and in the… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share Image
What I wanted was to write a memoir that was immersive rather than reflective, to resurrect a long-gone version of my own consciousness. I… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share Image
Sometimes they rose up inside her, these moments of fierce happiness, kindling out of their own substance like a spark igniting a mound of… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share Image
It's like you're born with all these blessings, only you don't realize they're blessings until you lose them. And if you're thick-headed enough, like… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share Image
“The street lamps and illuminated signs were all extinguished, and on impulse everybody looked into the sky. The frogs and crickets fell quiet to… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share Image
You have a pet theory, one you have been turning over for years, that life itself is a kind of Rube Goldberg device, an… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share Image
Who was it who said that every virtue contains its corresponding vice? C.S. Lewis? Virginia Woolf? You forget. But it has always worried you… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share Image
